Finally, my Christmas / New Year break is over.Â The gym was closing for a couple of weeks, but, as always, I had some troubles getting back to my P.T.Â The resulting two and a half month break devastated all my previous achievements…
Before I left the gym for Christmas, I weighted about 109 kilos and could run 3 kilometers for the first run, and another 1 kilometer after a short break.Â Today, when I got back to the gym, I weighted an ugly 116.5 kilograms.Â My running was even worse.Â After half a kilometer down the way, I noticed a really old woman in black coat with a hood over her head running nearby me.Â When I approached 1 kilometer, this woman picked up a really scary scythe, which was standing against the wall nearby.Â At that precise moment, I decided to stop.
I went downstairs for some belly pain.Â Here I managed to catch up with my previous results of 4 attempts of 30 exercises (whatever they are called), and then another 3 attempts of 10 other exercises.Â I had to take longer breaks though, and it was more painful than I remember it used to be.
Going back upstairs for the second run, I felt really tired.Â And noticed that the woman in black was still there, and still with the scythe in her hands.Â She looked like she was waiting for someone, so I decided to skip it this time.
Overall summary: 116.5 kilograms of fat, bones, and flash.Â 1 kilometer jog is almost fatal.Â That will need a lot of work to get back to the previous state.Â And considering that the previous stage was far from perfect, it feels like there is really a lot of work ahead of me… Ouch.